#osakomo

This was bad. This was really really bad. Komori was not one to be this horrible of a friend. He loved his friends with all his being, heart and soul, physically and spiritually. So how could he have been so heartless, so careless.

Rintarou Suna was his best friend. Almost like family to him (this is subjective), so what could have possibly possessed Komori to do this.

Suna had insisted Komori meet Osamu, truly pestered the red head about it.

“C’mon toya.” Rin had said with a fox like grin. “I think you guys would get along so well, plus you’re bound to meet him at a family event the way Sakusa and Atsu’s relationship is heading. Wouldn’t it be better for you to meet him now and get it over with?” He had pried all but a couple days ago.

Truth was, Komori had met Osamu in passing numerous times while hanging out with Atsumu, and each time Komori was a flustered blubbering mess of a human.

It was different with Atsumu. He was loud, brazen, attitude personified standing on two legs. Albeit very attractive it was easy to not have any temptations around his cousins boyfriend.

His brother, however, was sex walking.

The first time Komori had met Osamu was when he was meeting up with Atsumu and Kiyoomi to run some errands. Their starting meeting place being Onigiri Miya. He had walked up to the counter unaware that he would be greeted by a man sculpted from an artist of the Roman Empire.

“What can I do ya for?” Osamu had greeted, lazy smile crinkling up to his eyes. Komori had been so flustered by his biceps bulging out of his sleeves his thought and speech bubbles must have gotten mixed up, for instead of whatever he wanted to order he blurted out “you can do me, yeah.”

Komori doesn’t think he had ever walked so fast in his life, when in that moment he spun on his heel and decided to wait for his cousin outside.

The next few times were less awkward but no less embarassing for Komori. These introductions had been spread over the course of a year, he had no idea Rin and Osamu were even friends until his teammate had showed him a picture of his current boyfriend.

So when Rin had brought up the idea that they all go out for Osamu and Komori to get to know each other, since their paths are bound to continue crossing; Komori was … hesitant, to say the least.

Not that he didn’t want to be on good standing terms with his best friends boyfriend and possible cousin in law (is that a thing), but Komori had no idea how to approach this in a civilized adult way. So he did the only thing he could think of to loosen the immanent of anxiety that laid over his skin. Drink.

Two shots for good measure before he left the house to meet with Rin and Osamu at a local bar.

When Komori walked into the establishment, The couple were already sitting in a corner booth next to the bar. Looking at eachother with enough love in their eyes to make the devil sick. It almost made Komori sick, not with them of course, but with himself more than anything. This attraction he had to Osamu had to end here and now. He was going to jeopardize his family, his job, and his friends if he didn’t get his shit together.

In the midst of his panic, Rin had looked up and waved him over. An exhale left Komori as he made his way over to them.

The couple stood, a respectful bow came from Komori and Osamu in response. “Ew stop being so disgustingly formal, Komori come here,” Rin had pulled Komori into a tight hug, lingering as he spoke actual introductions between the two while swaying Komori side to side.

After Rin had finally let Komori go, they sat in their designated seats.

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Rin here talks so much about you.” A casual smile with his arm draped on the back of Rins chair. Amusement flashing in Osamu’s eyes as he picks up his drink to take a sip. Making direct eye contact with Komori who avoids it frantically and sips from his own. Rin’s eyes falter between the two. Seemingly mischievous to see how this plays out.

“All good things I hope, I’ve heard quite a bit about u from Atsumu. Although I’m not too sure u can trust his judgement on most things.” Komori chuckled dryly. His mind running a mile a minute hoping by some grace of god a sinkhole would open underneath his chair and take him. But this had brought a vocal laugh out of Osamu, head thrown back on his chair.

“Ya got that right, can’t trust him for shit. But Rin’s judgement is lot better. All great things, some I can’t wait to see for myself.” A smirk rested on his lips as he leaned forward in his elbow.

After some more small talk, Rin had decided to order the table a round of shots. With the two shots he took at home and the drinks he had been sipping on, Komori got… more than comfortable, to say the least.

“No way! you use to play volleyball too?!” A drunk and overly excited Komori had asked, his butt out of the chair as he now leans his upper body over the table to be closer to Osamu who is telling him some stories of his past. Osamu had his elbows on the table, unbothered by how close Komori had gotten to him. Faces less than a foot apart.

“I have to say it’s a little disappointing Rin hasn’t told you much about me,” he smiles lazily tilting his head to glance as the man sitting next to him. Rin was leaned back, relaxed and unbothered. Shrugging Osamu’s glare off with a sip of his own cup.

“Oh im sure it’s no fault of his! I talk Rins ear off when we’re hanging out or working.“ Komori smiles taking another swig of his drink. Was it his? Komori can’t seem to recall how many glasses or where they were coming from. Osamu was so fun to talk to he can’t believe Kiyo hasn’t introduced them sooner.

“Komori here is always telling me about his dating struggles. Seems no one can do it for him these days.” Rin fakes exasperation. “Almost makes me wanna take him myself.” Rin snickers at him whilst sticking his tongue out teasingly.

Komori’s neck goes red. “Not everyone can be in a perfect relationships like u and atsu,” Another swig from the glass in front of him.

“It’s just hard to find people who can work around our schedule, I’m sure you guys know how tough that is!” His eyes go between the two men in front of him.

“Rin and I have been in each others lives for so long I actually look forward to the days he’s gone,” Osamu chuckles eyes low as he looks over at his lover.

“don’t let him fool you he texts me the second I leave the house begging me to stay,” Rin plays as he shoves Osamu’s face to look the other way.

Komori could only watch them longingly, it would be nice to have someone know u this well. To have someone waiting for you after an away game. The quiet had settled at the table, Komori staring at his drink instead of ahead. He hears a chair squeak.

“I’m getting kind of tired, I think I’m going to head out.” Rin finally says, yawning dramatically as he shoots Osamu a knowing nod. Osamu doesn’t move to get up as Rin takes his stand, but Komori does. “Awe Rin Rin stay out a little longer,” the shorter man frowns, pulling Rin into a tight hug and looking up at him from his chest.

“Osamu will keep you great company. Promise.” A smirk propped on his face and a hand running through Komori’s hair.

After disconnecting with him, a little hesitantly but it also could have been Komori latching onto the spiker; He bent over the table to give Osamu a chaste kiss before waving to them on his way out.

Komori sat at the table with a huff.

Osamu looked at him, deciphering how he should make his next move. The alcohol flowing through his system, making him feel lighter.

“Im sure Rin told ya this already but ya look great tonight,” Komori eyes went wide, the alcohol induced blush on his face worsening from the compliment.

“He mentioned it, it’s weird to hear it from you though.” He laughed dryly. Attempting to offset whatever conversation was about to happen. Komori can’t help but think about how he should’ve left with Rin. How rude was it to stay and hang out with your best friend’s boyfriend. Alone!

A drunken laugh fell from Osamu’s lips. It was a little ridiculous how good he looked under the low lighting of the bar. His sharp edges more pronounced as he lowers his head to look Komori in the eyes.

“Weird? Why’s that Toya? I’m simply stating a fact. As would anyone else in this bar.” His eyes gleamed as he started looking around at the bodies in the building. “If ya don’t believe me should we ask ‘em?” Voice low and seemingly dangerous. Komori’s fight or flight does not exist in the realm of his intoxication right now. All he could focus on was how his name sounded coming out of Osamu’s mouth. Oh he wishes he could come in it instead.

His face must’ve shown some sort of shocked emotion, “Ya don’t need to be so nervous around me, ya mean a lot to Rin, so I’d really like to get to know ya more. Show ya a good time.” A hand rested on top of Komori’s on the table. Calloused and larger than his. His mind was in the gutter. Osamu was not flirting with him there was no way. He was being friendly and genuinely trying to get to know him. As a friend!

They had stayed only a bit longer at the bar. Osamu had managed to slot his legs around Komori’s, occasionally pulling his chair closer when the libero went too far as if this was a normal thing to be doing. Komori wanted to be paying attention to what Osamu was talking about, truly. But the thumb rubbing against his held hand, and the pressure from his leg. Komori’s drunken brain was only ridiculed by mouth watering thoughts. He could not have been subtle in his current state.

Eyes raking over Osamu’s arms that rested on the table, spending more than enough time staring at his chest. Osamu noticed, but left Komori to his own devices as he kept talking about nothing. Flexing his muscles periodically when he felt Komori’s gaze drifting away.

This was dangerous. Komori knew he was drunk and so was Osamu, the last thing he needed was to make a really bad mistake and ruin his relationship with Rin.

“I think I should be heading out, it’s getting late.” Komori states nodding to Osamu as he goes to stand up. Osamu stands with him, never letting go of his hand until. “Let me take ya home. It’s dangerous out there these days. I’d hate to see a pretty thing like you get snatched up.”

Komori is not like his cousin. His resolve is weak.

Osamu’s hand found homage on the other’s waist. Holding him close as they walked side by side to Osamu’s car. As much as Komori swore he was trying to sway away from the man, he somehow found himself slotted under Osamu’s armpit with his arms wrapped his waist. Walking in step with each other as the wind hit their faces. It was cold! What was a man suppose to do? Freeze?

A few moments had passed and Komori was now in the passenger seat of Osamu’s car.

Pulling out his phone he saw a selfie from Rin, letting him know he had got home safe. Smiling, he moved his phone over to show Osamu who just chuckled. Then came in a second text message, “Toya let him take care of you, I’ll see you tomorrow” with a heart and an emoji Komori’s eyes couldn’t seem to focus on.

He really loved his friends, Rin had always been so good to him. He giggled, alcohol still flowing through his body making him happier by the second. He showed Osamu again who just gave his thigh a squeeze. When did he put that there?

“Lub u ur so prety,” is what Komori was able to produce after trying to type on his phone for who knows how long.

By the time he had hit send, his eyes shifted from his phone to the hand on his thigh, then to the road.

“Osamu, you’re too nice for your own good. What if I was crazy! I could be a murderer ya know!” Dropping his phone down in his lap dramatically, voice loud and comfortable.

A laugh escaped from the drivers mouth. Komori wish he could hear it forever. Such an intoxicating sound, he wouldn’t need alcohol ever again.

“Toya, you really shouldn’t make such jokes. What would happen if I was the dangerous one. Pretty lamb like you would just get eaten up. I’m sure you’d like that though”

right hand sliding up higher on Komori’s thigh. His brain was short circuiting. There’s no way Osamu was implying what Komori thought he was. Komori’s eyes shoot up to look around, when did they park.

“Wouldn’t you?” Osamu’s voice was a lot closer now. Komori refusing to meet his eyes stayed facing towards the window.

Mantras of good friendship and being a better person ringing through his head as the ringing in his ears gets louder. Osamu’s hand leaves his thigh and grabs his chin, forcing his passenger to look him in the eyes.

Komori gulped, loud enough for the entire car to hear. He had also realized in his time trying to avoid Osamu’s gaze, that they were not in front of his apartment. In fact, Komori had no idea where they were right now. He had also realized, that he is embarrassingly hard over this fact.

Wasn’t alcohol suppose to make you impotent.

Osamu’s eyes moved around Komori’s face, as if trying to read how he was feeling. Komori didn’t know himself.

He did know however, that there was a very attractive man right in front of him who wanted him. Rin was going to kill him. Selfish he.

Komori met Osamu’s lips with a lunge, messy and full of teeth. Osamu couldn’t help but smile as he went to unbuckle both their seatbelts. Upon hearing the click, the red head had moved to lean over his center console. Osamu had grabbed the back of his head to hold him close as he moved his chair back to give space for Komori to climb on top of him. Whom of which, wasted no time in doing so.

Komori is glad he had the alcohol in his system. Had he not he probably would’ve been worried about who could see them or if the car was shaking.

But right now all he cared about was being as close as possible to the man in front of him. Hips grinding down, his clothed crotch meeting Osamu’s. A soft groan came from Osamu everytime he had lowered himself back down.

Lips moving feverishly against each other in an unknown competition. Who could devour the other more. Osamu’s hands were trailing all over Komori’s torso. Running them over perspirated skin. Their final resting place on Komoris hips, grinding them down harder to chase a release for the both of them.

“Toya, doll, why don’t you come upstairs?” Osamu detached himself from Komoris lips and asked as he trailed wet kisses down his neck. Komori could only nod. Unable to speak as his hips were being dragged along the other. If Osamu didn’t stop soon this would be very embarassing for sober Komori.

Drunk Komori however, did not give two shits about coming in his pants from a little shameless dry humping.

Stilling them both to turn off the car. Osamu had miraculously managed to get them both out of the drivers seat without dropping the other. One hand holding onto him while the other dangled the keys around until he found his apartment fob.

“Hold onto me, I don’t need u falling now.” A hushed voice rang in Komori’s ear. Komori moved his hips to gain some sort of friction as he started licking at Osamu’s neck while he walked. Eyes closed, body acting on its own. It took everything in Osamu’s will power not to just fuck him in the hallway of his apartment complex.

But good things come to those who wait, because the second Osamu closes his apartment door, Komori is grabbing his face and brings him in for another languid kiss. Osamu’s tongue entering Komori’s without permission, exploring the caverns as deep as it’d go.

Osamu mentally thanks himself for not taking Komori to his house, as navigating a home he didn’t know with his eyes closed would have deemed impossible. But, here Osamu was able to lead them both straight to his living room couch. Bed was too far, and Osamu was painfully hard.

Setting Komori down on the couch his free hands immediately darting to the other’s pants, as Komori’s hands still ran their way through the undercut of his hair. Allowing Osamu to take what he pleased as long as he was still touching him.

With a shift in his hips to help Osamu pull his pants down, he broke away for a split second. When the pleasure was at a low and he was able to process what was happening.

Osamu’s hands ran up and down milky thighs and he left sloppy kisses down Komori’s jaw.

“Wait Osamu!” He grabbed the man’s shoulders to steady him and detach off his neck.

“You have a boyfriend, did you forget about that?” Komori looked at him with pleading eyes, slightly watery from the sudden change of body temperature he had just experienced.

Osamu tilted his head, a slow smile appeared on his face as he grabbed Komoris hands and lowered himself onto his knees in front of the couch. Eyes hazed over with want as he put the Libero’s hands on his cheek and neck. Nestling into it feigning innocence.

“I could have another one.” a kiss on his wrist, no eye contact broken.

“Unless ya think ya’d get too selfish.” A kiss to his knee.

“I’d hate for our wonderful Sunarin to feel left out,” he clicked his tongue before licking a strip on the inside of Komori’s thigh, calloused hands now gripping his hips and moving him closer to the edge of the couch in a rush.

Before Komori could rebuttal, Osamu had taken his cock into his mouth with no warning. Hands flew to his hair attempting to remove him, failing as his body laxed immediately in pleasure. On top of that, this was a beautiful sight to see.

This big man on his knees, pleasuring Komori. This was something Komori had only ever seen in his dreams. Though, he didn’t bask in it long as Osamu hollowed his cheeks and ran the underside of Komori’s dick on his tongue.

Breathy moans left the red heads mouth. Head thrown back onto the couch cushion as his hand found its way to Osamu’s Hair. Tugging slightly causing vibrations from Osamu’s moan to course through his veins.

“Hah .. hahhh~” moans louder by the second as Komori felt his stomach contract once. His gut feeling that pool of warmth as Osamu sucked incessantly on his tip. Attempting to hold back his orgasm, Komori went to pry Osamu off of him.

Which worked … lazy grin looking up at him, though simultaneously he feels a finger invade his hole.

Komori shuttered completely, a flash of white fielding his vision as his cock twitches at the intrusion. Coming all over his stomach as Osamu works him through his orgasm, finger thrusting slowly in and out but never fully leaving him.

A line of spit slowly hanging from his mouth onto Komori’s taint, as he felt it make its way towards his hole, adding enough lubrication for Osamu to add a second finger in.

Komori was whining pathetically now. The overstimulation causing him to try and get away, to no avail.

“Oh doll you can’t run away from me, I’m just giving you what you wanted right? Since no one is able to give you what you need I thought I’d be the perfect dildo for you. It’s so very selfless of me, isn’t it?” Osamu’s voice was nothing but condescending, fox eyes following a tilted head looking at Komori as if he was waiting for approval. The sinister smile that settled on his face making Komori squirm again.

Komori’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Babbles of “Samu please ~” “please please please please~” moaned and gasped in between breaths.

Osamu was on his third finger, scissoring them through making Komori’s chest move up and down at a quickened rate. Tears threatening to spill as the pleasure was too much and not enough at the same time. He was teasing his hole but purposely missing that sweet bundle of nerves that Komori was begging for.

“Samu please ~ I ungghh ~” he moans through his words. “I wanna cum please ~ it’s been so ngghhh ~” Komori can’t finish his thought, the only thing on his mind is chasing the release that was being withheld from him, his entire body craving such a simple touch.

“Since you asked so nicely baby I’ll give you what you want, but remember. I still need to come, okay?” Osamu’s raises from his knees while thrusting his fingers in and out faster. The wet sounds echoing off of his living room walls.

Hovering over the smaller man, knee propping himself up on the couch as he adjusts his hand deeper to finally hit the spot Komori has been begging for.

A loud gasp followed by his back arching. Komori chased the feeling, grinding back on Osamu’s hand.

Osamu began thrusting his hand faster, hitting Komori’s prostate every. single. time. Komori’s back arched off the couch as he turned his head to look at Osamu with tears running down his cheeks.

“Is’ too muc’ Samu ~” a large exhale as Komori finally reached his peak, shooting his streams of white cum all over his stomach once again.

Taking Komori’s mouth into his, as he slows down his hand and kisses him through it. “Motoya, you did so good for me,” Osamu’s voice turned reassures in between kisses as he finally removed his hand from the crevice it resided.

In their first year, they watch Shiratorizawa playing in nationals, and Sakusa is drooling over Ushijima, his middle school crush. Komori, on the other hand, thinks Ushijima's red-haired friend with wide smile and big eyes is way hotter. "I like when they are a bit weird" he says. (Years later, when Ushijima and Tendou got together, Sakusa and Komori mumble to each other "you wouldn't have a chance, he has good taste".)

Sakusa reads about Bokuto in Volleyball Monthly and becomes obsessed. Komori sees Matsukawa once somewhere and is about to propose. Asahi Azumane looks like a dream to Sakusa. Komori thinks Enoshita Chikara is a blessing to his eyes.

Komori needs a date? Sakusa says he should try looking in a cemetery. Sakusa needs a date? Komori says a bodybuilder contest is the right place to go. Sakusa is scared of all Komori's boyfriends because they could be vampires, Komori is scared of all Sakusa's boyfriends because they could beat the shit out of him.

"Your type is literally guys with anemia."

"Go on and kiss a brick already."

Until the All-Japan training camp. Until the night of the first day, when they lay on their bed and reveal each other that someone there catch their attention... Until the Miya twins.

motoya pulls a chair back and sits next to osamu, peering at the book osamu keeps muttering at. the new cookbook his mom had given him. his favorite thing, pouring over the new recipes, comparing them to the ones he has memorized, already planning on how to make it just perfect for his loved ones.

without osamu noticing, motoya takes one of the post-it note pads. he writes a quick "i love you" with a messy little heart- motoya could never make them even or cute. but he still likes to draw them on notes for his boyfriends.

he slides the pad back over and waits.

motoya rests his chin on his hand and tries to make sense of osamu's mumbling.

osamu goes to grab a sticky note and pauses. he glances up, gaze darting right before turning left and meeting motoya.

"oh. when did you get home?" he asks. his brow furrows, but a smile starts to bloom.

"not too long ago." about twenty minutes. almost a record for how long its taken osamu to notice something in this state of concentration for the quickest time. "you're cute with you're new cookbooks," motoya says with a smile.

osamu flushes. he peels off the top note and sticks it to his notebook. the pages are filled with sticky notes; ones from osamu's legitimate notes, and random "i love you"s and "you're hot"s from suna and motoya.

Fem! Komori Motoya ୨୧

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